Slowly and gently,
foot to foot balanced
and awkward in beauty
the child dances.
And granfather taps,
delicately taps the drum:
and his voice is very, very low,
and the song is a promise given a people
in the ancient days of tomorrow.
Anna Mae dancing a shawl dance seems ready to fly into the sky. I wanted her to be the counterpoint to Jimmy Elkhorn's obligation.
The girl to the boy, her night to his day, the yin to the yang.